#verdant(arknights)

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two (2) green things

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【Unveiling of Devotion Series - Rose Rider - Verdant】

Outfit Verdant wears when passing along the love of others. A casual and leisurely ensemble. The red jacket and the design on the jeans go well with the festive roses.

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[ranunculm]

[amarettosis]

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[lighthouse-guardian]

how long is that tail holy hell. it looks half the length in his base art. tail growth hrt canon?

who spread christianity here

[arknights-imagines]

Wahoo! Ribbon anniversary!!!!! Congrats!!!!!! Waaaaaaaaah!!!!

*ahem* And now time for business.... >:)

This is your assigned target for this mission. *slides over a picture of Verdant* I'm sure you know the details—The more, the better. Leave no scale un-ribboned. (Mwahahaha)

( and Happy Bloggiversary again!)

Anon sbshhs! 😭🫶 (can I call you Verdant anon sbshhs?) Omg I'm v v happy to see you back and following up on that original ask you sent in aasbjshs 🥹 Tysm for your ask and for participating in the Pink Ribbon event! And for your blog-anni wishes aaa 🤲💕

Okay!! Mission accepted... Lololsksks... Ribbons at the ready.... 🫡 Tail in sight...🤲🎀

My first time writing for the plant snake sbshhs 🥹🫶 his character is so silly and I love how the way the Victorian accent changes the way the Victoria characters speak lololsjs... I hope I did him justice! 😭🙏

Verdant anon and everyone else, please enjoy!! 💘

Verdant’s Tail!

A pink ribbon, dainty and sweet; now where, dear Verdant anon, shall it become a bow?

[a total of 09 ribbons have been made a bow!]

An armload’s worth of dainty ribbons - soft as the newborn petals blooming he tends to in the Convalescent Garden and the hue like the insides of a leaf on a Caladium Bicolor - each tie around the extensive length of Verdant’s tail. From a distance, one could easily mistake his tail to now be a pink-scaled thagomizer.

“Alright, that’s it, li’l sprout, can’t stand still anymore. Up and off you get now--” Verdant’s accent thickens with fluster as he huffs, hands blurring in shooing motions. The flush staining across his cheeks, however, betrays his attempts at irritation or nonchalance. When you scoot away from the end of his tail with a victorious grin tugging at your lips - the last ribbon successfully secured around the slim end of the scaly length - his tail slithers across the floor to return into a cord-like pile behind his feet.

The exasperation dragging his expression fails to conceal the curious glint in sandstone eyes that he seems to be forcing to fix onto your face rather than his ribbon-adorned tail below, “A gift, you said, and up you stroll with ribbons. A bunch of ten-a-penny pink ribbons. Nothing I'm interested in--” A sputter halts his words when you pop up and down in a swift movement to retrieve the end of his tail, lifting it to display your hard bow-tying work like a child pridefully displaying their fingerpaints, “You're having a laugh, aren't you?”

The Phidia hands snatch his tail away from your grip, however they end up on your waist - somehow, he insists, as it definitely couldn’t have been that grabbing his tail was simply an excuse to lessen the distance between the two of you - while his tail coils around your arm, “You’re having a go at me about my tail, are you?” The ribbon-bound appendage tightens around your arm as he flicks and prods at one of the fluffed bows like inspecting a new plant before grumbling, “No? See, I have a hard time seeing how making my tail look as if it’s being strangled by some sort of pink floral vine is anything but that, li’l sprout.”

Your following explanation ignites his eyes the same way that spotting a new potted plant does, lips tugging in the smallest smile now, “A sign of affection? Well…there’s a thoughtful token, then.” Verdant’s accent softens, touch gentling on the plethora of ribbons so much that you wonder if he’s seeing petals where the wings of the pink bows are now, “A bit dull, though, being just pink and all.”

At what you pipe after, a frisson jolts through him, flicking the tip of his against your arm and dying his cheeks up to the tips of his pointed ears in a rosy hue, “‘Like a pink peony’?” Perfumer's flower almanac falls from a shelf in the Phidia’s mind, landing open on a certain page; ‘the peony - mainly symbolic of romantic love, with its full, lush blooms creating an impression of closeness and passion’. His tail responds first, pink bows stark against your clothing as the length settles around your waist almost like a hug.

Verdant’s words leave him nowhere close to how he intended when they find him once more. Not sharpened, accent not edged, no drag of his tone; instead, his words are murmured into your hair as he nuzzles his cheek to the crown of your head, and punctuated with a kiss.

“Tch. Good bit of bravery in you, li’l sprout, lecturing me on plants and flowers.”

NOW PLAYING: Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey: 'Cause I love, to love, to love, to love you / I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you

[justanothermachine]

Tail Appreciation, better angles below

I just think they're neat. [Would be cool to have one myself]

[mrgoodenough254]

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